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Rh (Str. 1) O breeze, O breeze, over sea-ways racing,

Who onward waftest the ocean-pacing

Fleet-flying keels o'er the mere dark-swelling,

Whitherward wilt thou bear me, the sorrow-laden?

From what slave-mart shall the captive maiden

Pass into what strange master's dwelling?

To a Dorian haven?—or where, overstreaming

Fat Phthia-land's meads, laugh loveliest-gleaming

Babe-waters from founts of Apidanus welling?

(Ant. 1) Or, to misery borne by the oars brine-sweeping,

In the island-halls through days of weeping

Shall we dwell, where the first-born palm, ascending

From the earth, with the bay twined, glorifying

With enshrining frondage the couch where lying

Dear Lêto attained to her travail's ending,